Are you the evil spirit or am I the evil spirit?
The Fourth Uncle, holding a cleaver, appeared at the door. He walked in, and with a gentle flick of the blade, he closed the door.
"Why, even though I'm like this, you still won't let me go. Why, what do I have to do? What do I have to do! This is all forced by you, you are forcing me!"
Tan Wenbin glanced over and saw a hint of grievance in the other's angry, sinister expression.
Everyone has their own strengths. For a long time, due to his weak personal capabilities, Tan Wenbin had to choose to develop in other areas.
As the herald of the Dragon King family, reading the room, fooling people and ghosts alike, is his main skill, his bread and butter.
Tan Wenbin immediately raised both his hands.
He wasn't surrendering but because this gesture could best reduce the other's hostility.
"Fourth Uncle, are these all the students you've sponsored? You're really great; I need to learn from you."
"This is all forced by you..."
